Loverboy is a vulcano that causes storms inside of certain viewers, why “certain”, because I don’t think it was meant for the general public in the first place. I didn’t read the book that the movie is supposedly inspired from, but as far as I am concerned there were many movies which took as inspiration a certain book and developed it from there, and the critics weren’t so acid, on the contrary, they appreciated the work of the team who created the movie. If you take a second to consider the book that inspired the movie it will bring more sense to you. The writer herself has a heritage of five huge cultures and civilizatons in her blood: American, Belgian, Egyptian, Romanian and Russian; waw! I belong to only two and I already feel I am different, what about five?
People and critics seem to overlook the bag of key words and hints thrown by the director everywhere with generosity, designed to make them not only see the leads point of view, and understand, but even to approve of her behaviour. Emily is accused of being serious even when she laughs. But is not such a big joy to be always alone even when you are with people.
Lover boy is a terribly sad story of an incredibly special girl, who, later, as a mother, genuinely wanted to offer her child all that she craved for in her childhood. Key words here deliberate high quality selection of all his physical, mental and emotional environment. What she couldn’t understand was that her passion child was an ordinary child, just a little above average while she was not an ordinary child with ordinary needs at all. We learn in the ninth minute, from her father, that “Emily doesn’t need to go to school”. She later thought the same about her son, but not based on reality, but being absolutely sure that he inherited all her specialness. In these special circumstances, she would have known better her son’s needs because would have been identical to hers at his age; she could certainly offer him more useful information than he would achieve in the normal school, which, by the way, is long outdated, and designed to create the perfect employee, not the individualists like her self (make yourself accustomed not only to Emerson’s and the so well described in the school principal scene theories, but to more recent one of Robert Kyiosaki). Read her facial expression; how outraged she felt when she was told by Miss Silken that luckily her son will manage to er “keep up” with the other students while in her mind he was already far above, just as she was at his age.
See again the scene of breast feeding. While the overwhelming majority describes it as jealousy, and desire to avoid and eliminate any competitor to her son’s attention and love, I definitely see the reaction of the scientist who knows that the suckled milk conveys to the suckling child, together with the nourishment and the benefits of closeness during lactation, important genetic information and behavior codes.
The same about the wounded little bird. How no one can see that she actually felt pain when she smashed its head because she would have died anyway, but she chose to spare her son’s pain of witnessing that when it would have happened so she let him believe that it got well and was taken by the mother bird.
Why do you think she was walking behind her parents like a handicapped girl while she was perfectly normal physically? Nothing is accidental in the movie. Her walking this way was shouting the huge gap between the attention she received and the attention she was needing. Mrs Harker, Emily’s idol, so wonderfully acted by Sandra Bullock, was always present beside her child. Emily’s emotional needs were extraordinary also as her love language was attention; see the gift scene, gift that didn’t mean anything to her, as presents without the parent’s words of affirmation and actual presence in her life had no value. Readers of Garry Chapman’s “The five languages of love” know what I talk about. Regardless of how much money and wealth she inherited from them, her parents were so superficial, so worldly oriented, and so irresponsible…see the scene just before she sang David Bowie’s song Life on Mars. She had no one there, understand and help her fully grow to the utmost of her abilities.
As if reaching the adult age without having have received the proper care and love was not enough, she was condemned to being misunderstood even by her child. Too bad that he wasn’t up to her but more prone to the ordinary than the extraordinary. Now, what I wouldn’t have done, if in identical conditions, because I am a Muslim, is:
that acerbic selection of sexual partners, forgetting that in the real world and in my religion it is called fornication, which is a terrible sin
the attempt to create a child by myself forgetting that children are gifts or trials from God, with their own predestination.
In my support, see the filled with meaning miscarriage.
the killing of the bird; although more troublesome, I would have climbed the tree myself to put it secretly in the nest, this way keeping it away from cats and other natural disasters. This way I would have spared my son’s sorrow also without committing a murder or saying a lie.
The attempt to commit suicide which is one of the three unpardonable sins. One should never give up hope. What if, using my wide experience and knowledge I channeled my efforts toward finding people like me to socialize with, together with my son.
Bacon has not only an Oscar from me but a Nobel Prize too for the deepest perspective into contemporary psychology of the over gifted children and young adults and their needs that no one caters for